Technically been done before, but past ideas have been removed for unknown reasons and I wish to seen them revived.
When in Hell, it's normal for people to come falling out of the sky, as they are Newcomers to Hell. Some just appear, some go splat….
But nobody is expecting to show up in a Giant Fireball and come crashing down like a meteor…and that's exactly what's happening at the moment. Four fiery objects were plummeting down from the sky and heading straight for Pentagram city. Demons and Sinners alike who caught sight of this were at awe at this turn of events, for nothing like it has ever happened before…or ever will again.
Those who were unfortunate to be close enough to the blast radius may as well have been instantly vaporized when the fire impacted. And thus, in but a moment, a few small sections of Hell's grandest city were destroyed, leaving an even bigger impact crater in their place. Two of which were in closest proximity to each other, and so, these fancy newcomers will be joining up with each other real soon.
Where one of them crashed into what looks to be a town based from of the 1900s. Its welcoming sign read "Cannibal Town." Already, its pale skin, black eyed, sharply toothed denizens were approaching the crater to see…someone walking out of it. A very large being with armor that cladded in a red cloak and leathers, the plating heavily engraved with runes and symbols, not to mention the many faces he was wearing on some of them. While his right hand was of normal size in a metal gauntlet, the left was much bigger, sharper and much more durable looking with a skull engraved on it. He carried a giant menacing sword over his shoulders, and the blade looked to have as many faces as his attire does. White hairs flowed from opposite sides of his head. His eyes glowed white and there was a forked tattoo glowing over his face.
He was War. The Red Rider of the Apocalypse.
As he walked out of the crater, he looked around to see the demonic crowd staring at him in shock and confusion. But even he was confused by this place, for he and his brothers were not expecting to show up in this place.
"What is this?" He said in a deep voice, keeping a permanent glare on all he were looking at him. "What kind of beings are this?"
"Who…or what in the actual fuck is this?" Questions were amongst the Cannibals as the backed away from the Horseman.
"He's so big…and that outfit!"
"All those faces. It's creepy even by our standards…and we eat people!"
"Did you see how he came out of the sky?! It was like a giant fireball!"
"Pretty sure five of our fucking business were destroyed when he did that! That was my store right over there!"
"You wanna say that to him?! That sword of his doesn't look like it's from show."
The ground seemed to shake with each step he took as the cannibals continued to back away before clearing a way for him all together. They weren't exactly sure what to make of this being, only that it felt necessary to get out of his way at this very moment. Whenever he got closer, from their perspective, it looked like he was getting taller, for the man looked bigger than a car. War looked as he marched into past these unusual looking humanoids. While most were in shock, others were looking at him with contempt and…hunger, like was a piece of meet. Yet none made a move, which would make this less complicated.
"Well, well, what is this?" Came the voice of a woman in a chipper town. All the town's residence, and War, turned to see the virtually big cheese of the Town, the Overlord Rosie. She didn't seem to be as in shock as everyone else, keeping a smile on her face and casually walking over to War, he scowled and gripped his sword tightly.
"My, are you a surprise that fell from the sky. And in a giant fireball! That's something you don't see everyday." She eyes him up and down. "That look. It's…very barbaric in nature, to put it mildly, a mix-mash of various warriors and armors from many cultures. Very interesting. I don't Hell's ever had someone like you before."
"This is supposed to be Hell?" War asked, knocking the realm of Damned himself, and yet this was one he was unfamiliar with.
"Indeed! I supposed you were suspecting fire and brimstone, but you seem to have that covered already, smelling like you just came out of it!" Rosie joked, but everyone was afraid to a laugh because this guy was not smiling. He had the most serious face she had ever seen, and has been a while since was able to send a shiver down her spine. "Anyway…since you're fresh meat around here and have already laid quite the impression on us…I think it would be safe if we let just…be on your way. After all, we have no quarrel."
Some of the cannibal could sense the rising fear in Rosie's face. Was she truly intimate by this being who was carrying a sword that could cleave them all in but a second with on swing? Yeah, probably. Who wouldn't be intimidated by the Red Horseman? He power was only equal to that of his brothers, and he was battle and chaos personified.
"A wise decision, demon." War simply replied as he continue to leave. "I have no intentions of staying here. My brothers await me."
"Brothers? There are more of you?" Rosie asked before something else came to mind. "Forgive me. But I don't believe you introduced yourself."
Stopping once more, the horseman turned his head and gave his name "War…"
"War…? Fitting. Bold…and very interesting." The cannibal overlord said to herself. "I need to make a phone call. A certain someone's going to be intrigued by all of this."
While War made his way out of Cannibal Town, his brother Strife had just risen from his impact zone, to which he was in the middle floor of a building, which surprisingly survived his crashing down on it. When he arose, he found himself within a destroyed room, with the entire front walls, and I mean the ENTIRE FRONT WALL of the building was crumbled into dust upon his landing. Looking around, he could see that he was in some kind of city, possible in its red district.
Emphasis on "red".
Didn't exactly look like earth, but didn't look like hell either. And when he turned around to see what remained of the room he was in, he could see it was a bedroom, its sole resident having survived the impact and was now curled up in the corner out of fear. Strife could see it was some sort of female demon, but clearly not some vicious warrior he was used to fighting. She acted very human, scared and traumatized out of his mind. Not to mention she was only in some human undergarments. Based on that and the sight of the city, he had enough to guess that he wasn't in a place he's been before.
Another demon, one bigger and burlier than the she-demon, having a furry body and the head of a warthog, came in through the door with a bottle of alcohol and box labeled "toys" on it.
"Alright, darlin'!" He said in a southern accent. "Now that I got everythin', let's-" he stopped himself the moment he saw Strife, who slowly turned around to face this warthog demon, who dropped the thinks he was carrying and fumbled to pull out a gun. Strife beat him down and drew Mercy, blasting the filthy looking demon's head off before looking at the female demon once more.
"Sorry about the mess." He said in a dark, yet casual tone.
He walked out of the room and entered the hall where dozens of the building's residents opened their doors and were shocked to see this guy walking down the corridor. To Strife, he believes these guys to be the ugliest, most disgusting looking beings he's ever laid his eyes on, some were fuzzy with horns, with tusks, some were slimy as hell, and the Outlaw has seen some shit in his time.
Upon making his way of the now condemned building, which continuing to slowly collapse in itself, Strife could hear the sounds of galloping, the treads of a horse, much like his own, but this one stood out amongst his brothers.
"Looks like they made the trip too. Good." He said when he saw War riding his Abyssal stead, Ruin, over towards him. Strife smiled his mask; it was time to get the band back together.
"For once, I am happy to see you, brother." War said as he came up, unsummoning Ruin and standing before the White Rider. "One could say I feel…nostalgic."
Strife chuckled at that. "Didn't know you had it in you to be nostalgic. Did you seen where Strife and Fury landed?"
"Death, I could sense is not far from this place. But I cannot sense our Sister."
"She'll be fine." Strife replied. "When it comes to the toughest situations, Fury's the best out of us. I know."
Speaking of those other two, when Death landed somewhere close or at downtown…he took part of a building with him. The building was called "Porn Studios" its name in neon lights with a picture of a female demon next to it…and the entire top half off of the place was in complete and utterly destroyed shambles and the Elder Horseman came through it like a meteor, possibly destroying a few demonic lives in process as Death had landed some feet away from the tower, now rising out of the crater as cars swerved left and right, crashing into each other and other buildings.
He paid no attention to the odd looking creatures that were around the streets or coming out of their vehicles. They eyed him with shock and curiosity, some were looking at the destroyed part of the building in terror, thinking this guy may be in for hell to pay when he deals with the owner of the joint. But he had no interest in staying for long, since he knew his brothers were out, and wished to waste no time finding them.
Before, he could deal with that however, the three owners of the establishment he destroyed part of came running out, tallest one among them running to see the damage in its majority, a big look of shock on his face, quickly twisting into anger and rage before he looks down at the crowd. And many of them were afraid of Valentino.
"Who THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS GIANT ASS SHIT?!?!" He roared, wings flaring from his back, sharp teeth grinding in his mouth, and him entirely look ready to rip everyone apart if he didn't get an answer. Fortunately, everyone turned and pointed to the one person who was walking away. No one, not even Vox, Valentino or Velvet had ever seen him before, but for the Mature Rated-Filming Overlord, he didn't care so much as long as he could put a bullet it in him. Pulling a gun out of his coat, he aimed it straight in the back of Death's head and fired.
But the Reaper was no stranger to the soul of a gun going off, since he fought alongside his brother. Acting fast, he pulled out a Scythe and spun it in his hands, to which the bullet hit the blade and disintegrated as Death turned to face Valentino glaring at him.
"Who the fuck is this sperm colored freak?" The moth growled. Death said nothing, turning back to walk away again. "HEY!!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?! CRASHING INTO MY PLACE OF BUSINESS AND THINKING YOU CAN WALK AWAY."
Death has already heard his fair share of loud mouths. They mean nothing to him and therefore, were not worth his time.
Growling at this, Valentino shot several more times at the Pale Rider. All shots were met with the Reaper's blade, with not even a scratch his person. Death turned completely to face the three Vs, walking over to them with the blades of his scythes grinding against the floor. The crowd began to disperse, not wanting to get caught in the way between this seemingly powerful newcomer and three of the Ring's most feared Overlords. Henchmen came out of the building, having hundreds of guns pointed at the the Reaper while Vox charged himself up with electricity while Velvet pulled out what can be best described a huge, technologically advanced rifle that she had to shoulder while aiming.
"…I didn't come here to put you out of your misery." The Pale Rider finally spoke. "This need not go any further."
Vox chuckled. "Is that right? After you literally dropped into the wrong fucking place?!"
"You're gonna have to pay for every bit of damage fucking damage your pyrotechnic shit caused!" Velvet screeched, pointing to the destroyed tower. "I mean, look at this! There won't be backing out of this after we're drone with you, shit fucker! Work with us, and maybe Val here will treat you nicely."
"Shut up, bitch! I don't need you speaking for me!" Val roared before turning back to Death. "And the only thing I need for you is your rotten corpse on the floor!"
"…If that is your dying wish. But let me tell you something…" Death spoke. "Once you seek death…there's no escape it."
Valentino growled before ordering all their henchmen. "TEAR THIS BITCH APART!"
And with that, it was a hail fire of bullets that Death was deflecting with ease. He ran up to the mob, spinning his dual scythes in his hands before jumping up into the air, coming down in the Vs, their world went white with a slash with both his blades.
Meanwhile, Fury landed in the near outskirts of Pentagram city, right at one of its corners of the "star". And so far, it seemed to have not gotten anyone's attention, since the place she was at seemed very desolate, decrepit. As she walked, she could tell that it truly was a boulevard of broken dreams, with homeless and starved creatures hugging the walls of buildings with their backs as they were sitting down in alleyways, weakly turning their attention her way. But she hardly battened an eye on them as she marched down the road, looking at the metropolis ahead of her and the rather demonic sky above her head.
"Of all the places me and my brothers have traveled to gone too…this is the most repulsive." She said with contempt. "This was not where we were supposed to be."
As she was reaching a four way intersection, some demons came out of the corners and shadows, wearing the rattiest clothing that Fury only on the human survivors years ago. But these were not refugees of the apocalypse. The moment Fury saw them however, she could tell that they were even more fragile than mortals.
"How ya doin', gorgeous?" One of the smaller ones asked with a sly smile on his face, looking ready to pull out a weapon. "That some fancy shit your wearing. But comic con ain't for another few months.
"You dare mock me, cretin!" Fury growled.
"Ooh! Such an angry voice! We like a bitch with fire!" Another demon hooted.
"Yeah, you may look like a badass, but you don't scare us, sweetheart." The first demon added. "So why don't you just-"
He didn't get a chance to finish as Fury's whip, the Scorn, got him right in his bottom jaw…which just so happened to have been ripped off by that one attack from the Queen of the Horsemen herself. The other demons were shocked to see their friend drop to a bloody puddle on the floor, but they soon quickly pulled out blades and blunt weapons on Fury. They didn't do them much good, as the Black Rider, swung the whip swiftly and with the demons were ripped apart with ease. Their broken and twisted bodies now littering the road as Fury went on, sensing her brothers near by as she decided to make the walk short and summon her newly reborn steed, Rampage.
"It's good to see you again, my friend." She said softly. "Now, be the steed you were born to be and let's ride together."
Rampage made a mighty neigh as Fury mounted him and the headed deep into the city…
"Yeah, they're probably alright." Strife said as he and War were walking down the street. "If we wanna reach them as soon as possible, we better speed this up and get our horses."
"Is Mayhem with you?" War asked.
Strife rolled his head around as he replied "He's been acting up for some reason…must've been a bumpy ride. But he'll be ready."
"Good. Let's not waste time and-" before War could finish what he was saying, something, or rather someone, dropped down in front of the two horsemen and made them stop in their tracks.
Now all four of the horsemen have met a particularly strange being with a top hat and unorthodox powers and personality.
The sight of this being wasn't as confusing, nor intimidating as Wicked K. White skin with rosy-cheeks, blonde hair with thin light coral streaks on the thicker, paler blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera and red pupils, his white and red attire was like that of a ringleader. But they could tell that he was an Angel of some sort, if the six wings coming out of his back were of any confirmation.
"…Hello there." The being said, staring at the two Nephilim with a sly look on his face. The two were stone faced, not even reacting to this guy as he went on. "…Now, I usually don't come out in public like this, but…when I see meteors crashing down in my city and some interesting looking people stepping out of the impact zones, that…honestly rouses my attention."
"Who are you?" War asked in the lowest tone that he had.
"Me? Well, I'm the King of Hell itself. The Devil, Lucifer Morningstar." Lucifer presented himself to the two, who were even more confused about this.
"Whoa-ho-ho-hey-hold up…You're Lucifer?" Strife asked.
"Well…yes."
War and Strife look at each other
(INSERT SHREK AND DONKEY LAUGHING HERE)
Safe to say that Lucifer wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. Normally, there would be a tad bit of fear or indifference, considering that it's been a while since anyone's seen him. But they laughed at him, as if they didn't believe at all that he was in any way a threat to them.
Pretty soon, Strife calmed down and said "Listen, buddy. You caught me and my brother in a good mood today, and you gave us a laugh, so we'll let you off with a warning. Step aside and don't bother wasting our time."
"Oh really?" Lucifer said back "You think I'm merely a fool who's not worth the effort to indulge? I could tell that you've only been here for…a few minutes, and you don't know how shit works down here, so you?"
"Does it look like we care?" War replied as he gripped the handle of his sword.
Lucifer merely stepped back and spread his wings as he came to be more demonic in appearance.
"Well then, I'm taking it upon myself to give you two newcomers a crash course of hell. You should feel honored. I haven't had to do this in a long time."
Strife sighed before pulling out his pistols. "I knew this was getting too easy. At least make interesting, you Lucifer wannabe."
Angered, Lucifer flew in while the two Horsemen brandished their weapons and clashed with the Devil of this dimension. Now that they were here, they would shake the underworld off its foundation, and show everyone why they should fear the Four…